Harry Potter Bowtruckle Novels & Stories

“We didn’t want you going in alone. The castle’s doing creepy stuff. We brought flash bombs, garlic, and holy water—just in case.” “…Are you hunting witches, vampires, or seasoning soup?” Trixie asks, eyeing his backpack. Lenny proudly unslings a crossbow. “I brought silver-tipped bolts!” “You’re going to accidentally shoot me,” I say, pushing the weapon down. “Put that away before someone dies.” The floor rumbles beneath us. We all freeze. Trixie glances toward the end of the corridor, voice barely audible. “They’re in trouble. We need to go.”

But, he was deep in the forest to help the isolated witches and wizards. I tried to keep myself useful too, carrying baskets of food, making sure the little ones were fed before the workers. “Miss Tessa!” a small voice called out. I turned just in time to see a boy come running up to me with something in his hands. His clothes were patched together from scraps, his hair sticking up in tufts, but his grin could’ve lit up all of Montrose. He held out a necklace—a thin string with a shard of tourmaline at the center. He must have picked it up from the ruins of the palace.

Draco looked at him with creased brows as Edrand returned to stand before him. “What’s this?” Draco asked, opening the box Edrand gave to him. “A bracelet, my lord, come on, bring it out.” Draco gingerly pulled it out, taking in the bracelet dotted with shiny black diamonds. “It’s beautiful,” he commented. “You like it, my lord?” Edrand was eager to know. Although the bracelet looked simple and elegant, it wasn’t an ordinary bracelet. It was a magical tracker bracelet that’d always alarm Edrand whenever Draco was with another.

Almost as if he were on the job, searching for passersby or enemies, he looked very serious. His looks can be compared to Evans'. On his hand was a wooden bow. A voice came from below him. "Hey, Albert! Albert! Come on down. We're heading back out and we're going to set off." "It's about time." "Here, catch this." The person threw up something. "The Skrytyy Bracelet?" "Yes, we voted, and now you own it. Take care of it well. It's the first tier III we uncovered." "Sure. Thanks. I will be back in a minute."

"This is not her! Are you wolves blind or downright stupid? And you, You are her mate, can you not tell?" I growl at his outburst and lack of respect. But I know it has no effect on him. He looks at all of us and beckons. We draw closer to him. He no longer says anything but indicates that we need to sit on the floor. He then tells Hermes to bring Tania as well. Unconscious like that. Hermes complies and is told to keep holding her. He cradles her whilst sulking. The warlock takes out his pouch of the brown powder, his staff and a very short sword. He takes out a wooden plate and a calabash with water. Everyone gapes at him wondering where all these things came from. He just looks at them sm

The warlock turned sharply and halted them mid stride. "Three of you," his steel voice addressed, "to the front of the class, now." All the witches seated casted their gazes at the three witches, some worried,some, curious. The three witches; Snow, Apple and October trudged onwards. He said something to them giving them each a black sack. They nodded their heads and went round the class, distributing pruned tree branches. The witches seated stared at the sticks in wonder, then Eirwen spoke up, her voice incredulous. "Is this a wand?" She asked.

Ashr rolled his eyes and headed towards a secret supply room within the mound. "All of our ships have these," he mumbled softly and handed me a wand and a long pipe-like thing. I asked what it was and he chuckled, grabbed it and pressed a mechanism making blades come out both ends. "It's a weapon, silly," he said firmly. I laughed and headed to my room. I showered quickly. After changing my clothes I put all that I owned onto my bed and waved the wand. I chuckled softly when the bed shrunk down with the clothes. I picked up the tiny cube and stuffed it into my pocket.

"Peek into the phone booth ;)" What? What else did he come up with? “Is there an entrance to Diagon Alley? ))" Shrugging, she walked over to the booth, pulled the handle toward her. And she almost stepped on a bouquet of black orchids lying right on the threshold. Without realizing what was happening, Kit automatically picked up the flowers. Did Hank say these weren't his offerings? A card was attached to the bouquet. On matte cream paper, a short inscription: Now the phone will ring. Pick up the phone.

I thought I looked good in the mirror, the best I've looked for weeks due to him! He runs back down the stairs holding a black box in his hands, it looked big enough to hold a necklace or a watch maybe. He opens it to reveal a necklace in the shape of a heart, from where I was standing it looked like the heart had diamonds going around the edges. That wouldn't have been cheap, hopefully, it hasn't come off a dead person, wow dark Freya. "You look incredible, this necklace will just tie it all together" he smiles taking it out of the box instructing me to turn around, I do as I'm told while he puts the necklace around my neck clasping it.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.